Chapter 6102
When Harvey York received the call, the Mandrake Residence was in utter chaos.
A scarlet fire was clearly seen in the sky.
Even Stefan Augustus, who believed himself to be a scheming man, never expected his enemy to be this insane.
The Mandrake Residence was set on fire since the enemy could not force the people to come outside.
Half of the guards were already taken out in just half an hour.
That said, they did not fall in battle either. Many of them fell unconscious after breathing in the thick smoke.
Evermore planned to deal with Stefan swiftly, forcing Amos Augustus to side with them.
Other than setting the place on fire, they prepared other methods of assassination as well.
Many of the experienced fighters were taken out all of a sudden.
The assassins looked like ghosts creeping in the dark, easily hiding in the shadows.
Islanders who were well-versed in their martial arts would figure out that those people were using none other than the Koga Ninjutsu.
The technique did not belong to the Six Schools of Martial Arts, yet it held great importance in the Island Nations’ history. There seemed to be a new master of the technique after the end of the Shogunate Era.
To the monks of the Smalt Sect, the elusive Koga Ninjas were more than enough to turn the tables completely.
Along with occasional screams of pain, other than Stefan’s loyal subordinates, the rest were either dead or had already fled the premises.
Creak!
Amid the flame, a robed figure kicked down the front door before calmly heading toward the courtyard where Stefan was hiding.
“Islanders! It is them!
“I didn’t think Amos would actually be in cahoots with them!”
Someone screamed with a wretched look when he charged forward.
The robed figure swung his hand, shooting a burst of energy and knocking the person away.
“Kill him! Kill him right now!”
Stefan spoke in a calm yet furious tone.
Swoosh swoosh swoosh!
The robed figure lightly waved his broad sleeves before three more monks fell to the ground, paralyzed while showing utter disbelief.
They were warrior monks of Aenar Temple who had learned the Iron Skin.
And yet, they could not even take a hit against the expert Islander in front of them.
The expert seemed a little annoyed after dealing with the monks.
He clutched his sword before unsheathing it.
It was Iaido!
The essence of the Island Nations’ swordsmanship was on full display.
The eight-inch thick wall in front of him was split in half.
The monks behind the wall covered their throats in shock before they fell to the ground.
Soon after, the courtyard door was kicked down.
Inside was a temple with a gold-covered statue.
In front of the statue, Stefan seemed to be reciting a scripture in his hand while seated on a mat.
The moment the door was kicked down, his eyes twitched slightly.
He did not seem as calm as he wanted to portray at that very moment.
A Demon Monk, standing lifelessly with his arms folded behind him, also slowly raised his head.
